Happiness Can Exist Only In Acceptance.

The Intellectual Is Different From The Ordinary Man, But Only In Certain Sections Of His Personality, And Even Then Not All The Time.

A Hideous Ecstasy Of Fear And Vindictiveness, A Desire To Kill, To Torture, To Smash Faces In With A Sledge Hammer, Seemed To Flow Through The Whole Group Of People Like An Electric Current, Turning One Even Against One's Will Into A Grimacing, Screaming Lunatic. And Yet The Rage That One Felt Was An Abstract, Undirected Emotion Which Could Be Switched From One Object To Another Like The Flame Of A Blowlamp.

In A Time Of Universal Deceit - Telling The Truth Is A Revolutionary Act.

The Organizing Principal For Any Culture Is War.

The Past Was Erased, The Erasure Was Forgotten, The Lie Became The Truth.